itās always āI understand why you have an autism diagnosis nowā and not āthank you for explaining the entirety of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster to me, I really enjoyed hearing about the Chernobyl nuclear disasterā
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itās always āI understand why you have an autism diagnosis nowā and not āthank you for explaining the entirety of the Chernobyl nuclear disaster to me, I really enjoyed hearing about the Chernobyl nuclear disasterā
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Found this. Kind of want to share.
Movie about a depressed and rather morbid autistic man planning to commit suicide and picking up a number of odd jobs in an effort to raise enough money to meticulously plan and prepay for his funeral so his mother doesnāt have to worry about it after he is gone. He begins to connect with people and enjoy life for the first time while working part time as a greeter in the funeral home, helping an eccentric old lady organize her basement, walking 7 dogs and maintaining a feral cat colony for a guy with a broken foot, playing a number of bit parts in local ads and stocking the shelves at the convenience store at night. In the end, he has befriended many of his neighbors and he decides he does not want to die and goes back to school to become a funeral director instead.
He is popular at his funeral home gig because he keeps accidentally saying things that are very reassuring and death positive. Because he wants to die. He eventually donates his funeral fund to the old ladyās granddaughter after her sudden death so she does not have to sell her grandmotherās prized possessions to pay for her funeral.
The old lady gifts him one of her ceramic cats at the beginning of the film which he reluctantly accepts out of politeness. Near the end of the film, he adopts a friendly cat from the cat colony that looks remarkably like the ceramic cat and names it after her, signaling his commitment to surviving and caring for his cat the way the old woman lived for her ceramic collection.
having more adults in your life that you can talk with actually makes you safer and less likely to be groomed, hope this helps
Idk girl, when I took the tree surgeon license exam, there were more than one or two questions, so I think it might be more complicated than that.
And I have a 50+ year old native oak tree that has to come down soon because the previous homeowners never dealt with a girdling branch.
Oh sheās stupid stupid. Okay then.
A bunch of these people are "Anprim for thee, TV for me"
what does she think "traditional indigenous building practices" are? because i learnt how to pull the bark off a cedar (to weave fabric out of) from an indigenous guy and i suspect thats a bit more disruptive to the tree than a small branch
She's a racist who thinks that "indigenous" means "magical mystical brown person who thinks everything is maaaagical and spiiiritual and therefore that means they live in maaagic harmony with nature and never do things like use natural resources around them, no, they use Indian Magics to build things and they're so special and if I ever encounter a Native/indigenous person who doesn't fit my mold I am going to turn into the most bigoted racist person you have ever seen".
Like. I've encountered these exact people so many times. She thinks Magic Brown Person is what indigenous means instead of like. You know. Actual living breathing real person who is a person.
Gah I'm reminded of the idiot who said an indigenous person would never harm a tree.
In 2020 when the Gorge wildfire was fucking up Oregon, I posted on twitter how terrible I felt for all the people whose homes were lost to that fire.
I had a woman come back at me with "OMG but the TREES."
And my reply was basically, "Trees regrow. People's entire lives are gone."
She would NOT stop coming back with "But we lost trees!"
I feel like her and Miss racist "It's your fault for building a house" might be related.
(Also, does Miss racist understand trees will also fuck up "native" houses? Like, trees aren't like "Oh, this tree was my cousin, so I won't fuck it up.")
Indigenous people are the folks who traditionally practiced maintenance forest fires to prevent massive forest fires. There was significant effort in caring for the trees, and part of that means cutting down infected, rotten, or dead trees. Arguably, the current refusal to cut down interviews trees is what led to the spread of several invasive tree parasites, like borers or mistletoe.
We have a tree in our front yard the landlord refuses to tear out and replace even though it is, functionally, dead. It has a parasitic fungus. All that's left now is slow succumbing.
Because he's a fucking cheapskate who won't replace it, we've lost three HUGE branches (we're talking as big around as my thigh and I am not a small person), one of which was big enough IT COVERED THE ENTIRE DRIVEWAY.
We would like to have a nice, healthy tree! We do not have that! And our tree is probably making things worse for the neighbors!
Sometimes you gotta cut one! That's just how it is!!!
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not all kinks are sublimated anxieties, but the readiness with which we turn our sublimated anxieties into sexual fantasies is one of the most endearing things about our species to me. like our brains are like, āhmm. donāt like this. i should jerk off about it.ā
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having the Aviation Accident Investigations Autismā¢ļø has actually done wonders for the way I process and respond to my own fuck-ups
And I don't just mean "oh, my little work mistake is actually nothing compared to a fiery crash that kills people," either. The reason commercial flight is so many orders of magnitude safer than any other form of transportation is because after every accident and incident, an independent regulatory body investigated it with the express goal of figuring out exactly what happened, why, and how to prevent the same thing from ever happening againānot to root out which person deserved the blame or the liability.
It's a simple, shockingly effective idea. It's also worlds away from how most people approach their own mistakes and the mistakes of others.
Because itās never just one personās fault. And even when it is, it still isnāt.Ā
The sharpest, best-trained pilots make worse decisions when they're tired or sick or stressed out, so there's two of them. The most dedicated and experienced air traffic controllers garble an instruction over the radio sometimes, so pilots are trained to always repeat clearances back to catch misunderstandings quickly. The best and brightest maintenance mechanic still overlooks a screw or misconnects a wire once or twice in her career, so aircraft systems are built with two or three or four layers of redundancy, and pilots are exhaustively trained to deal with failures safely.Ā
Everyone eventually has a bad day. Every component breaks down. Every computer gets a bad a Windows update and spirals into a reboot doom loop. If itās possible for one personās mistake to domino into a mushroom cloud of a fuckup, then that task is too critical to be one person's sole responsibility. The accident sequence starts with the design of the systemāso how do you improve the system to keep it from happening again?
oh yeah. The āmodern commercial aviation is the safest form of transportā thing only applies to planes, btw. A helicopter is a beautiful metal horse that wants to break its legs and die so so so badly
Yiddish Glory's new album, resurrecting music from witnesses of the Holocaust, follows a Grammy-nominated debut album.
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Listen if dudes can want to fuck a corvette, I think we on tumblr should be allowed to fuck tallships. Tallships are sexier anyway.
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The Bluenose II is such a fine ship, I was sitting ashore very much in a state of ššš.
And then there's the Amerigo Vespucci.
SHE. She sits so high and her curves are so lovely, her brass is so polished and her shellack is so fresh and smooth.
having a headache while hydrated is so unfair. you were supposed to protect me.
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Just a casual reminder that posting on the internet about how you would want to do physical harm to members of the US government is something that they can (and will) detain you over, so just be careful what you say in public spaces like, uh, on Tumblr.
I have got bad news for you about how connecting to the internet works and how corporations will respond to requests from the government.
this is your semi-regular reminder that tumblr has cooperated with the fbi to hand over user information in a very public way at least once. and that's not the only way the feds can collect information on you either
All fantasy authors wish they had a bigger bathtub in their house. You can tell by every bathing scene ever written into a fantasy novel
I actually recommend everyone write for a rarepair once because it completely changes your relationship with fandom. Engagement stops being numbers and starts being names. You know who's going to show up. You recognize usernames. Someone disappears for a while and then comes back and you're like āOH MY GOD WELCOME HOME.ā It's incredibly wholesome. It is also deeply inconvenient when all six of you simultaneously get writer's block-